Oh, Deb, that's even better than wart...I love it!!! I will now officially name mine Bob the Brain Booger. Just going to get it "flicked" out.
Karla, if you desire to be a sea-fairin wench, then you're in. We plan to have hunky greek gods carry us around (especially those with balance issues) and fan us and feed us grapes.
Kudos Mark, the debate is no more. I had it early on with my mom (she has a medical background) and she insisted it was a brain tumor as well, and she was the one that gave me the argument of the brain being more than the cerebral cortex...that it's what's in the skull. So I came out of denial and accepted that I have a brain tumor. Well, OK, a brain booger.
Hope the wine was good, I was too busy doing the 4 way with the wacky wenches last night, and didn't get a Bailey's made. Oh well, there's always tonight!